Snowflakes
Wonder, is love of
snowflake transience?
As delicate as ice
webbed of lacework elegance?
To breathe upon it's
fragile body essence,
to melt it in micro seconds.
To hold it in a palm,
glimpse the complexity,
dissolving almost instantly.
And yet the memory
perfect and pristine.
Held in the heart of hearts,
of all there's ever been.
For love and snowflakes
share a common theme.
Neither one forgotten
once either has been seen.
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